Hoped that he would find the time
to turn this glass of water into wine,
but no, I'm drinking H20
never mind
there's always another day
isn't that what they say?

Monday's now a done day
I might write away
or go out to play,
better yet
I could make an omelette
because I am feeling rather
peckish
and a thought arises,
did Gregory Peck ever feel peckish?

there's
no room for maneuvering in my brain
it's like a tube train in the crush hour
full up to the brim with things that are
in there.